Brainstorm

Still ill.
But a bit better.

Another Astounding despatch from retro-futurism (i.e. pictures that I can take in the living room).

"Can't get no peace till I get into motion
Sign my release from this planet's erosion
Paranoia police have sussed out my potion
You gotta help me or there'll be an explosion in this body of mine"
To which, the remedy is Lem-Sip.

But I am determined to use the "paranoia police have sussed out my potion" line in everyday life.